Well, the eyes are on the mend... sort of. Went to see the doc yesterday. Took out the bandage contact. I think my vision was better before he took it out. He says I'm still not healed so don't get frustrated yet. I wanted to slap him. I mean I have not seen correctly since October 6. I passed frustrated about a month ago, Doc. Patience... it's a virtue, right?
The baby girl is good. If you have ever wondered if small children dream like we do, the answer is yes. The first thing she said to me yesterday morning was "Purter" (her pronunciation of Porter, my sister's dog's name). So I assumed she had a dream about him. Then last night she cries out in her sleep. I get in her room and she is sitting up, eyes closed, saying "Bye Bye Mommy, my jackie (jacket)" Then she just fell back over and was out. And people ask me why I have not switched to the toddler bed yet... I see a sleepwalker in my future.
The baby girl is good. If you have ever wondered if small children dream like we do, the answer is yes. The first thing she said to me yesterday morning was "Purter" (her pronunciation of Porter, my sister's dog's name). So I assumed she had a dream about him. Then last night she cries out in her sleep. I get in her room and she is sitting up, eyes closed, saying "Bye Bye Mommy, my jackie (jacket)" Then she just fell back over and was out. And people ask me why I have not switched to the toddler bed yet... I see a sleepwalker in my future.
Picture of the day: Sporting Mommy's sunglasses and her new purple dress up shoes. We call this look "Hollywood"!
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